Monthly Archives: November 2016

This afternoon Saturday 26th November around 15.30pm (it it’s not too dark to find the matches by then) we here at Weeds will be doing something rather controversial in our back garden. We will be firing up our faithful dustbin incinerator in protest. Not at Lewisham Council who deem our area as a smokeless zone but something far more serious than that.

We at Weeds:

• Are sick and tired of the assimilation of Punk by the establishment and the mainstream, and the way that rather than a movement for change, Punk has become like a museum-piece or a tribute act.

We at Weeds:

• Will be using our incinerator and be destroying an old pair of gardening trousers, two christmas trees (one from last year and the year before), some gardening gloves with holes in them, a couple of old gardening magazines, a cardboard box, an old ripped tea-towel and a Big Daddy Annual from 1976. At the same time we will be blasting out Tom Robinson’s “2,4,6,8 Motorway” from the back room (apologies in advance to the neighbours).

The event will be streamed live here from 3pm and next week we’ll be selling off the ash from the fire (in lovely artisan-made commerative bags of course) at our local car boot sale if anyone is interested. #burnpunklondon

Popped out in the garden today to cut the grass and to do a little bit of tidying up and it’s made a difference (above). The garden’s been in a bit of a state of late due to that virus and was looking rough to say the least.

While putting the flymo over the wet grass, thoughts of the things learnt (through the power of the internet) while lying in bed or sitting watching tripe on the telly while under the influence of that virus.Mick McManus (aka The Dulwich Destroyer or The Man You Love to Hate) supposedly had a hand in writing Hawkwind’s Silver Machine (info here.) Kendo Nagasaki managedThe Cuddly Toys and disco diva Laura Pallas (info here) and during the day they show old episodes of Catchphrase with Roy Walker.

After the hour or two in the garden today I settled down in front of the telly for a rest and watched today’s instalment. This one had Roy telling a contestant (a police dog handler) a joke that went like this “I saw a funny looking dog with a policeman once, it was half-Chiwawa and half Dachshund. I said to the policeman, how can THAT be a police dog? The officer replied, (pause for 1970’s comic timing) he is, but he’s under cover.” Awful, truly awful!

A big shout to our musical collaborator Jazzmin Tutum(dub poet and vocalist of Zion Train) out of Germany. Here’s a quick taster from the forthcoming collection of dub poetry called “Africa Don’t” from Jazzmin & Madtone.

Women in War Zones
She surfaces.
A memory.

News needs
paper clipping
sticking,
swelling,
forming the
word.
Here are the Women
in time parallels…

Past. Future.
Nothing in between
just the micro seconds
knotting the rubber bands
that dry rot and wear away
Thread-bare are the tapestries of life

A woman in a war zone
will crack the silence
because the leaking sickness
she watches trails from her own
open fruit body
And she will never forget
the sharp weapons to be found in
door-less places…

but now it is the night
searching
roundness
in the air
moistness
time watching.
Silence expected